#geeetings

[spotsupstuff]

day 16

without plants and equipment's skill issue version below:

[chorioretinitis]

we have these

[ethereousdelirious]

Um I don't know if you're into Stolitz from Helluva Boss but if you are do you have any Snz headcanons for them?

No pressure! Just excited and wanting to hear other people's Helluva Boss thoughts.

- Bewitched feathers

YES I LOVE THEM

I've only seen Helluva Boss once so forgive me if any of this is off or contradictory

Also these are more sick headcanons than snz headcanons, so if anyone wants to jump in with some allergies, etc thoughts, please do!

But I think Stolas is the type to play it up a little when he gets sick. Not outright fake anything, but definitely exaggerate and act pathetic depending on who's around. If it's Blitz, I'm SURE Stolas would playfully like pretend to swoon and sniffle and act all helpless. But I also think he's a textbook case of getting quieter the worse he feels.

As for snz, I think he was probably trained to have a tiny little dainty sneeze and not take up a lot of space or have a lot of presence. But because it's a subconscious way of holding back, I'm sure it's not very satisfying. He probably gets a lot of stuck sneezes and little tickles and ends up hitching a lot.

I think he also can't help but excuse himself every single time. Which can lead to situations where you'll hear like. Just the tiniest little "mmh" if it's a VERY small sneeze and then "Oh, dear, excuse me" and it can take a second to figure out what just happened.

But yeah I really think breathy, almost whiny, vocal hitching is the name of the game with him. Whimpering, if you will 😈

Also. Handkerchiefs.

Blitz, on the other hand... Can't help but be loud. I think he has the kind of sneezes that leave him with a sort throat because he just can't help but vocalize, even a little bit, every single time he sneezes. Occasionally he just. Sneeze-yells. Usually unintentionally.

He also seems like the sort of hide himself away the minute he passes a certain Vulnerability Threshold, but I think that he really really just can't help but be heard. Loud sneezes, loud breathing, loud expressions of pain and annoyance.

I also think he's the type to swear after a certain point. And he's not quiet about that either. Three sneezes and "fuck!" And then a newer, breathier, more creative swear with every subsequent sneezes.

Optional section for the Mess Enjoyers (I am not one so ill be vague, but if you're really sensitive, just skip this paragraph. It's the last one so you won't miss anything else)

I also think that when he's really feeling low and hating himself, cleanliness is the absolute last thing on this mind, so if his sneezes start to get messy, he just lets them. Wipes his nose on his sleeves, his blankets, whatever. Blows his nose in his paperwork.

[inflagrante-delicatessen]

aabria, episode 1 (adventuring party): i figure i'll keep asking and find the limit when someone yells at me. and the limit is full animation.

aabria (and the artists), episode 2: 🙂

[pixiecaps]

“ive never met a latino that doesnt like dragon ball” looks around they havent caught me yet

[dump1ings]

it is so comforting to have older people in your Intended Field believe in u. it is sooo comforting. when i am (GOD willing) more established i will remember to take someone twenty-something and teetering by the hand and tell them they have what it takes

[depoteka]

i have indescribable beef with cronenberg's crash. and unfortunately girlies on tumblr love it so i am forced to see those normal looking people cosplay being fucked up on my dash on the daily

[bongsavior]

nah. i spill out my heart with you for the 38947392739th night in history and then you suck this fuckhead's dick?

[ozzmatr0n]

i could never describe how much i love this

We‼️are‼️family‼️

[caaasiiinoo-sliiimeee]

nooot coool :/

[ashen--dreams]

hnnng my mother yoinked the drawings i threw away 😭 she asked but like. ik she wasnt gonna accept no as an answer. i just wish she didnt do that sjfbdj i throw sketches out for a reaaaason

[jrwiyaoi]

iiiiiiiiiam the prophet. with the answers you seeeek... tiiiiiiimee, ive unlocked it. i see past and future running free....

[nyandela-catalogue]

just imagined the “get out of my house” meme but with Mark yelling at the alternate that followed him home eodnwkdn

[nochepsicodelica]

"Really?" Toji asks, nudging your shoulder to wake you up, when he gets a good look at your back turned to him. His voice is slightly raspy with sleep, low in volume from its lack of use.

"Mm..." you hum in response, eyes shut as you try to ease back into slumber. You're in a curled position, your limbs wrapped around one of your extra pillows.

"Really?" Toji repeats, pawing at your shoulder, again.

"Yes, Toji," you say, quietly, not understanding what he's talking about, but agreeing just so that you can get back to sleep.

"Be serious, ma. Really?"

"What?" You ask, your tone somewhat laced with irritation, now.

It goes quiet for a few seconds, and then out of nowhere you hear the sheets rustling and the bed feels lighter. You're thinking there's no way he's so upset that he's leaving the room to sleep on the couch. He's the one who seemingly didn't want to cuddle, so you made do with what you had and grabbed a pillow.

You're snapped out of your attempt to go back to sleep when you feel your pillow trying to be yanked out of your arms.

"Let go of it," Toji mutters.

"What-" you grunt as you pull back and attempt to keep the pillow in your grasp. "What are you doing? Get back in bed, Toji." You hold on as tight as you can to the pillow that is slowly being torn out of your hands. "You're not gonna like when I let go and you're flung towards the wall."

"And you're not gonna like the punishment you earn if that happens. Let go of the pillow. Now."

You stare Toji down, holding your own against him. You know this isn't all of his strength and that he can easily rip the pillow out of your clutches, if he really wanted to, but like a dog with something it shouldn't have in its mouth, you're unwilling to do what he says.

"Listen up, doll, if you don't let go in the next five seconds, you're in for it."

"You're the one who pushed me away."

"Five."

"I need to hug something to sleep comfortably."

"Four."

"It's a pillow, Toji," you say, incredulously.

"Three."

"You're gonna take away my source of comfort?"

"Two."

"Toji."

"One. Let go."

"Oh my god," you groan, irritatedly. "Fine." You release the pillow, allowing Toji to take it away. You watch in disbelief as he throws it at the door so you can't get it without leaving the bed. You huff and scoot as close as you comfortably can to your end of the bed without falling off, before he returns to his side.

"Geeet back here." An arm is thrown over your waist, dragging you closer towards the center of the bed, until your back meets his front and his legs are tangled with yours. "Where are you going, huh? Still chasing after that pillow?"

"All of a sudden you wanna be close to me?" You scoff, in disbelief.

"So much attitude," he murmurs. His hand goes under your shirt, gliding up your warm skin to rest on your tummy. "Need me to give it to you all seven days, now?"

"No," you grumble.

"Well, that's what it's sounding like, to me." A kiss is planted on your shoulder. "Fix that tone, mama."

"You're so unfair. You're the one who didn't want to be held, but as soon as you noticed that I wasn't holding you, you took away my source of comfort. What did you want me to do, Toji?"

"I didn't even push you away, I rolled away in my sleep. It doesn't count."

You just hum in response, no longer in the mood to bicker about something so trivial when you could be working on getting back to sleep. A few seconds of silence go by, a spark of tension formed due to your lack of words.

"Ma?" He calls, barely pinching your soft, warm skin.

You sigh, blinking your eyes open. "What?"

"You mad?" His hand flattens on your tummy, rubbing slowly, as he waits for you to respond.

"No," you say, quiet and icy, even in its subtlety.

"That's a lie," Toji says, chuckling. "Come on, doll. What's got you all hot?"

It's hard not to melt into his touch. The kisses he presses to your shoulder only add on to the difficulty.

"Doesn't matter," you say, still trying to remain stoic.

"Yeah, it does. Now, tell me," he insists. "You're really gonna make me beg at almost two in the morning?"

"I was sleeping, and you woke me up 'cause you were butthurt over me hugging a pillow. There. Does that satisfy you?" You respond, and Toji has the audacity to laugh. You want to laugh too, but your stubbornness and pride will not easily allow you to.

"Poor baby," he coos, a mocking lilt to his tone. "You wanna tell me how to make it better?"

"You're an ass," you bite, no sharpness in your tone whatsoever.

"Ooh, I can hear that pout. You want a kiss? 'Cause I can give you one," he whispers, in your ear.

"Shut up," you mumble, trying not to give away the curling of your lips.

"You want a baby in here?" He asks, gently pressing into your stomach with his index finger.

"No! What?" You say, your giggles finally beginning to surface.

"Gotcha. Made you laugh," he says, pressing his face into the nape of your neck. He presses a kiss to the area before squeezing you in his arms, tight enough to make you groan until he eases up. "Now, tell me how to make it better. Come on, ma. It's not good to go to sleep mad."

You sigh, not wanting to argue with this annoying, yet, charming man, anymore. "Just help me get back to sleep," you mumble.

"Oh, I can do that," he says, a low chuckle homing into your ears. His hand lifts your shirt up more, aiming to get more access to your chest.

"Not like that, you perv!" You chide, pinning his hand on your mid-center. "Can you do that thing you always do?" You guide his hand down, until it rests just above your navel. He knows what you mean, and if this is what it takes for you to not be mad at him, he'll do it.

"You're like a baby that needs to be soothed to sleep," Toji murmurs, as he begins caressing your tummy, drawing little shapes on your skin that fuel your tiredness.

You huff out a laugh. "Acting like you don't drool and snore the second I start playing with your hair when you lay your head on my chest."

[hellfireeddiemunson]

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREEEEEEDDDYYYYSSSSS—-

[dimonds456]

I JUST DON'T GEEET IIIIIIIT

WHY WOULD YOU WANNA STAY